I visited my parents at some point in the last year and was surprised to find an open bottle of Chianti Classico in the fridge. I took a swig from this and spit it out: it was more than a year old and had long since turned into a very noxious substance.

This recent wine was much, much worse. I hesitate to describe it. You had the sense that these were once good grapes, but that someone had crushed them with booted feet and then strained the juice through their dirty underwear. No tannin, an abundance of tough acids, and a finish that was disgustingly long, bringing back the evil flavors again and again. I can bear to type no more on the subject.